In an effort to reach the judges of the Most Fun Small Town in America contest, I offer the following photo representation of my shenanigan’s during The Harvest Music Festival, one of the 7 billion street festivals we host here in Corning, NY. If you’re not familiar, it’s a weekend of beer, wine, music, and friends.
Friday night was the beer and wine tasting where local businesses house local wine & beer samplings as well as live music. It’s impossible to hit up every single spot, but we sure tried.
We started at The Site, but in retrospect we should have ended there. They had the biggest and best selection. Importantly, they had the Pumpkin beer from Horseheads Brewing, my favorite beer of the evening. Also, notice my Friend Emily’s ingenious method of holding 2 cups in one hand. Secondly, I would like to point out that Emily and I independently agree that this is the worst photo ever taken of either of us; It was after all, taken by a Dutch dude (see below).
By the time we made it to our second stop on the tour, Cap’N Morgans, we acquired 5 additional friends. It wasn’t yet, but we would soon become a rowdy, ragtag group of deviants. JK JK!! We are and were all professionals who in no way did anything weird, crazy, or dangerous this night. Except for that Lars dude in the back… he’s from the Netherlands and just doesn’t give a flying flock of seagulls.
Holmes Plate had a fine selection of Ithaca beers, but they were PACKED with a dinner crowd.
A good wine selection at the Corning Branch of Elmira Saving’s Bank resulted in some window twerking from a certain member of our group.
Best band of the night goes to whatever band was playing at Pure Design, because they landed me a hot dancing partner.
We were late comers to the Rockwell Museum, evident by the devastation previously inflicted upon this cheese plate.
After a few more photoless stops at Mecca Books and Stained Glass Works, our new friend from the Netherlands asked us to pose for this unfortunately not-as-sexy-as we-imagined photo at Dippity Do Dahs. Luckily, I was wearing my sexy as hell green pants purchased earlier that day at Tommy Hilfiger.
Dang it! We ran out of time and didn’t make another tasting stop! But we did make it to Aniellos and split a pizza. I decided it was a good time to take an even more terrible photo than I had taken earlier at the site. I was going for “drunk turtle,” and I believe I succeeded.